It is extremely important to the lyricist of King Crimson's psychology of self-preservation to poison his Irish prey into a caricature of self-absement. When I finally went to Apology Dakota Herr Gooker did not dare acknowledge what they tried to pull. This does not stop her pigeon deposit Robert Fripp from being the aggressive panhandler of all time. What he has done is extremely dangerous to his own name.

The murderers have enjoined me to enlist with my own assassin as the price of permission to recover from torture. What Midori Goto did to me she did to herself by listening to that rabid rabid fink Robert Fripp. The unimaginable suffering inflicted by the loss of Rosa, who was hired as an attack prostitute to home invader and set up the rape of Jeannie, in a climate of such remorseless, criminal ssadism cannot be used to hide (as she had hoped) their grab on historic letters that included the name Nobuko, now known to have been the name of the star in the film Children of Hiroshima.

Adam Crary, my notorious Jewish hippy brother, confederated with the Left Wing Gestapo put together by HitlerReagan and took this film from me with the words that it meant nothing to him, that he hates it and that I should comply with the magnate who made the film and murdered our father, their sleazy contemporaries, including my stepbrother David Lucarelli of 20th Century Fox. Such a convolusion is inevitable when you understand that Diamonda Galas worked with George Bush building a neo-Nazi enterprise misleading AIDS victims and enjoining them in thrill kill. For Adam Crary and Aaron Dixon truth is ideology and ideology truth. One Kennedy researcher in hearing what I went through with my mother Nancy Moore said, "with family like that who needs enemies?"

Just the FEAR the mind shattering, life devouring terror that I have lived in since gradeschool alone is evidence of unspeakable and depraved, foreign , sadistic hate crime. I was born with eye that danced with joy, and then taken in by Riback, who spoke of a setting for a tragedy, Ostro, as a pedophile master of ceremonies, and Oliver Stone, peyote sheik of his psychiatric freaknik yammering that I was fated to share in the tragedy of a millenium, revenge of the psychoHebes.

The Ultraclass are the most scavenger cuns of all. After reporting being gassed in a place called Kings Estate, a large cluster of magnates, informed by charismatics and criminal genuis violated the sanctity of the social contract trust that a man is more priceless than his name. Jon Voightism sank in over the the worth of men like JFK as the Reagan's minted a half to insinuate that he was only half a man, its ear a vaginal orafice, it's neck severed by a samurai sword.

Perhaps we should hope that any real spirits their are with their rocks have better aim than Jamie Muir. Such fury is not false to non-violence. When the foreign an English brutal berzerker Hitler Rabid British neo-nazi empire of putrid faceliars wormy'd their Jewish Abdul secretly and rally named Eisenstat to declare that no one is innocent and commence victim on victim gladiator sports it was to call those who released AIDS and their partnership with viper queer victim cults, greedy with theft and facelies a Taliban of truth.

When Kevin Shannon bought several Japanese films from me that I knew rare, valuable and irreplaceable for the same pittance I paid when Masashi divested I let them go on the hope I would be able to rent them from the store. He seemed very honest, although I noted one trouble, a tape he slipped in: One Wife to Give, as part of the orgy of viciousness that Gays with McCartney brokered saying that Midori Gotow as being held in sexual slavery for my right to report what they deny. These films are very rare and cannot be replaced for less than a hundred dollars each, if at all, a sixth of my monthly budget, yet he didn't give me the name of the films I miss. It's a running joke at the Scarecrow that I turned them over for laundry money with tears me in eyes about the war films, set in the Navy, enlistees abused from above and a lookalike of Lennon, in the black and white era, acquiline nose and grannie glasses, who faces a firing squad in the end.

I couldn't afford a case of Heineken that I hoped would loosen their tongues.